Sometimes I Laugh out Loud when I'm alone!

Sometimes I wake up and life’s just funny. This normally happens to me around like 10:00 a.m…I don’t generally “wake up” laughing, in fact, can’t think of one single time! But today, as I was mulling through my morning, sipping my coffee trying to wake up, I got just punchy laughing! Here’s the catch: I was home alone. So I’m either starting to go seriously crazy, or just…well…crazy.
Here’s what got me going: During a weak, very weak (!), moment back in May, I got a call from an acquaintance/friend that asked me if I wanted to co-chair the fundraising committee for the after prom party for Taylor’s class. I was keeping 4 kids (see old posts or facebook notes) and I was like, “uhm, could I call you back on this?” she’s was walking into the meeting where they would have to vote (like that night!!) and needed me to make a decision right then on the phone. {PAUSE – side note (I know NOTHING about fundraising. NOTHING! I’m not organized at all…as a matter of principal I seek out highly structured organized friends! And very importantly…I don’t like long commitments. Between marriage (17+ years) and kids I feel like I’ve made all the long term commitments that any sanguine should!) ok, back to the story…} so, I say, “sure, why not! How hard can it be?” (Because what rolls through my brain in the 3 second interval is is a conversation I had with #1 a few days prior where she told me she wished I was more involved up at her school etc.(GUILT!) and she was glad this year I would be doing MORE for her! ‘Cause you know my WHOLE FREAKIN’ LIFE has been about this kid!! Geesh…this motherhood thing is rough!!) Anyways, FGP (Fundraising Gal Pal, as she will be referred to from here forward) mumbles a, “thanks, talk to you soon…” and hangs up. The next day, before I wake up I have an email from her saying “congratulations you and I are now officially the co-chairs of the fundraising committee! Let’s get together this next week to plan and discuss what we’ll need to be doing!” (pay attention, this is where the email raises the red flag), “I don’t SLEEP a lot, so I will be sending you emails frequently to keep you up to date and informed of all communication. Just respond back to them when you can.”
Look, I’m no slacker, but when someone prefaces an email about a year long commitment (that I’ve just made in a moment of weakness) with “I don’t sleep a lot...” I get nervous! Good grief, take a Tylenol p.m. and rest for goodness sakes! But, boy howdy…I had no idea what was coming…
I look at my email in-box and I have 4 more emails from her. YIKES! But it gets better…As of today (7/16) I have officially been on this “job” for just over 2 months. I keep all correspondence from her in a special folder and I have…get ready…313 emails!! Yesterday we had a meeting of the entire board (5 other weak fools!) till almost 11 p.m.-and when I got up this morning at 7:40, I had 16 emails from my FGP waiting to be replied to, “…when I can…” Of course. When I Can. You betcha! I’m thinking, “I CAN in 2015 when both my girls will hopefully be in college, but wait, I’ll be too busy working to pay for that college…so make that 2018…but wait, I could be planning a wedding, or (scary thought) taking care of a grandchild…(ok, that’s so weird to even write!)…ill get back to you, …”when I can…”
Sometimes when I read her emails (like today) I just chuckle because she thinks I’m going to do all this stuff! The part that got me really laughing out loud, was the email that said (direct quote), “Since you’re so organized I’m going to let you keep the binders (plural!!There are FOUR 2” binders!!) And keep all the paperwork, communications etc.” I just busted out laughing at my kitchen table! I was looking at the laundry piled up on my couch, dishes to be loaded, bed to be made, and a suitcase of stinky volleyball clothes from 2 days ago that I haven’t opened up yet. Yeah…I’ll get right on that binder organizing thing! Lady, you have lost your mind, and clearly do not know me!!
Ahhh…the things we do for our kids! I am mighty, I am strong…I can do this!
Motherhood…is NOT for sissies!